Llew sat back , lounging in the big back seat. Michael was lost in his thoughts, Morgan drove in growing wordless rage.
That bloody woman had the mercy and forgiveness of a stone. She was born with The temperament of a honey badger, Llew breathed in her scent, as always, intoxicating. Goddess was the only honest description of her.
The connection between Morgan and Michael was palpable. Llew could clearly see their Aural flames reaching towards each other, intertwined. That was something unheard of at least wise, unheard of without millennia of connection. How? Why? Shaking his head in consternation, Llew struggled to mask his emotions.
Jealousy? That was new. Though more than two eons had passed, Llew still Loved Nemain/Morgan deeply, seeing his exwife so, connected, was disturbing. Envy, jealousy, bubbled about within him.
These were completely new experiences. Llew was fully aware that Morgan still had not forgiven him. Not only had she divorced him, but, she had led a vendetta against his son from the brief affair Llew had betrayed Morgan with. Morgan was always a bit extreme however, starting a war, trying to seduce ,then, ensuring Setanta, the hound of Ulster died at her instigation was overkill in Llews considered opinion. It was not CuChullain that betrayed her!
Morgan loved thoroughly and deeply, just as she hated, with all of her being. Llew knew better than entertain the desires he felt. It was thoroughly useless.
The Godslayers, cackled in joy at the explosive emotions broiling between the trio. Llew could faintly sense them , restless in their cases locked in the trunk of the car. Closing his eyes, Llew drifted along. Flickering memories playing like a movie, in his mind.
Ok, yes, Llew had fathered a child with a human, then tried to hide the affair from Morgan. The combined actions of lying to her, betraying her, daring to hide a child, all led to a fury that Llew rightfully feared. Morgan was a goddess of vengeance. She was just so damned beautiful, entrancing, so gorgeously angry. The Bloody woman was like Uiscebha, intoxicating, burning, entrancing. It was difficult to think about anything else in her presence.
Bloody hell, what was he doing? Why? What would the Morrigna do, when all three were in his presence? What exactly would Llew do when confronted with that trinity of fury? These questions, these fears, flitted through his mind.
There was no turning back now, Llew was committed to the course whether he wanted or not. Maybe, the news he brought would buy some forgiveness. After all, he knew where Set was hiding and Morgan would stop at nothing for her vengeance.
Morgan clutched the steering wheel with a desperate grasp. Fighting the urges to strike out, to, scratch those smug eyes out of Llews face, resisting her need to pummel and bleed him. Why was he, of all creation, here now? Was it really because the regalia was awake? What wasn’t he telling?
Och, the lying bastard was conniving, always plotting, manipulating, he never acted without multiple layers of deliberate reason. That trait, was what had made his betrayal so unforgivable.
He had planned it, thought it through, carried it out and with full intention and forethought, he had lied and betrayed her faith deliberately. It certainly did not help that the vixen he had seduced resembled her, physically at least. Morgan stewed in her memories, why can things never be uncomplicated?
“He what?!”
The outrage shifting to fury as Nemain's exclamation echoed in the hall at Emain Macha. Macha flinched, the king, Connor Mac Nessa, winced. Badb laughed out loud. First was the betrayal, next would be the madness and joy of vengeance. The entire hall fell silent, Nemains exclamation echoing through the silence as if a roll of thunder filled the packed hall.
Connor was sure his ears were bleeding from the explosive volume. His hands trembled slightly as he sat rigid hoping that that intense fury would not envelope him in her flames of rage.
The hall rapidly emptied, the people rushing to leave, to escape the storm that had broken in their midst, trampled, shoved, cursed in their rush to exit the hall. Badbh found their panic amusing, Macha sighed in resignation. There will be war, madness, fury and vengeance in full measure.
Macha felt pity for the mortal King of the Ulliad, though, there was not a shred of pity or sympathy for Llew.
Now Here we go again,
" Cry Havoc, let slip the dogs of war! "
Llew smiled, yes indeed this was going to be sweet.
Next step, Turn Michael Arthur Llewis into a Heroe, An Arthur come again. Then enjoy the chaos and fun.
Llew would set about becoming Michaels best friend, he would support and uphold him, teach him, mold him into a king.
Chuckling Llew pictured all of the outrage, the consternation, the chaos of when Michael says no. Or tries to dominate Morgan- Nemain. Llew was truly bemused at the thought of watching her fall in love, watching her rage,
Her fury is so damned intoxicating. Her rage a captivating beauty.
And, he gets to enjoy it all without being the target, the thorn in her side, Llew would be seriously entertained watching from the side.
When she starts to throw things, Llew decided to toss her a variety of painful objects whenever Michael is distracted. Everyone must do their assigned part!
All the world is a stage and we are merely the players.